Date: Fri, 8 May 2009 20:04:01 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE DOCTORS RUMPUS TOOM - 3

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

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THE DOCTORS RUMPUS ROOM



3 - The Tom Tom Saga



by



G. Cutter




Hi Tom here going for the last lap and taking over where Paul left off. I
may as well as this Part is all about me and how I savoured and learned to
enjoy a couple of my neighbours (bodywise that is).

You know if you've read the rest of the story that my dad was away for a
sea fishing weekend with boozy pals, it was a long weekend, a Bank Holiday
in fact and he'd farmed me out to Rob who lived up the road a bit. We all
called him Soldier Boy Rob basically because he looked like one. He lived
alone in his grandparent's house who had passed on just before his mother
died. All a bit sad but as he often says 'shit happens' and he seems to
have got over the trauma as they say nowadays. He's nice and I suppose I
had a bit of a crush on him, I used to lurk as young lurkers do, I also
helped or pestered depending on your point of view when he was fixing cars
which he does as a sideline.

The general concensus of opinion is that he's something in the porno world
or that's what he puts about and believe this, I actually slept over one
night when my dad was out of town but he was very proper and nothing
happened much to my regret. I was beginning to think he was a straight as a
ruler and this porno crap was just that, crap until the Friday. Not Black
Friday as on the news but what I'd call Golden Friday, the start of it
all... the arrival of Mr McBride, Paul that is. The blond skinny scruffy
and the kid with the haircut from hell.

I saw the two of them, Rob and Paul that is get from a taxi and immediately
beetled over as is my wont to see who the new arrival was. I saw comments
in the last part about my nosiness well, so be it. I was nosey. Rob was his
usual polite self and I managed to wangle an invitation to spend an hour in
their company in the evening but alarms bells were going off. This Paul was
different to Rob, he wasn't so buttoned down, his eyes were all over the
place but also very much on me. He had 'that look', you must know the one,
the one where you know he's reading your mind and as a sideline he'd
probably imagining you naked and in handcuffs.

Well, I don't want to repeat what he's already said other than to say it
had gone midnight and I was over the moon. I'd been drained and done a bit
of draining myself. I'd sucked his boy cock dry and he'd done me, he's also
wormed a finger into my back end which, believe it or not, was a hell of a
turn on. At the end of it we lay there all spunky and smelly and chilled.

'That was totally and utterly wicked,' I whispered and he chuckled.

'Good,' he rubbed his soft and depleted cock up against my upper thigh. 'It
seems Russian porno boys get you going.'

'I got going looking at Prosper,' I held his warm meat feeling the
thickness and the drive still there. He wasn't finished for the night and I
was up for more if I could muster the juice. 'You got me going not the
Russians.'

'And you got me going,' he smiled in the half light and wrapped his arms
around me crushing me and sticking his tongue down my throat in one of
those supersonic French kissies. Gawd, they could suffocate but I felt my
tired noodle coming to life and I could certainly feel his hardening
against my leg. We rolled around and I finished up on my back with him half
on me and playing with my drained out ballbag and stroking the bit between
your nuts and your hole.

'Don't stop,' I whispered and raised my legs a little more dropping them
onto his shoulders. I should have said something posh like: 'The ball's in
your court' but he knew exactly what he was doing. He licked a finger and I
felt him smear saliva around my ring, more spit and he gently but firmly
pushed and I felt my hole open to admit his probe. 'Aaaaaah...' I clamped
on him as he made little fucky fucky moves with a stirring motion. I knew
exactly what he was doing, I wasn't a dummy. He was after the prize, my
treasure, my tight little arse, my virginity to be blunt. I knew I was
going to let him take me sooner or later but it seemed it was destined to
be sooner rather than the other. He was a dish, he was younger than Rob and
better looking than Rob. I might have still had a crush on Rob but a lot of
it had passed onto Paul.

I think Rob and I would get there in the end or maybe not but Paul and I
were going to do it, not a shadow of a doubt there especially as I felt him
reach full hardness in very short order and start moving against my
thigh. The randy dog was on heat and I was the only chicken in the roost
(for roost read bed). He was going to make love to me and after some
fighting him off (he he) I was going to let him. I'd had the weird urge to
do it with a couple of pals at school but never as strong as with Paul,
then again, I'd never been in a bed with them.

'You wanna fuck me, dontcha?' I whispered. Well, it had to be said.

'I want to make love to you, Sweet Tom Tom,' I felt his hand slip under the
pillow and made a wild guess. It was lube, ten to one, it had to be... I
had seen the films after all.

'It'll cost you.' I whispered wriggliong on his finger which was getting a
little dry now.

'How much?' As swift as a snake with that one.

'You fuck me and I fuck you.' There I'd said it.

'A deal,' he laughed softly. 'We're gonna make sweet love all night long.'
He sounded like one of those older black singers, the ones my dad likes or
the guy on South Park.

'Until we're drained,' I jerked a little as his finger popped from me but
he was soon back and this time he was oiled up. He smeared the stuff around
my ring and this time slipped his finger in effortlessly and I squirmed
feeling the pleasure and the buzz as he hit a certain spot. I was ready to
beg but not just yet, let him loosen me up a bit before trying for that big
cock of his.

'I bet Rob's listening at the wall,' he whispered and laughed a little
pulling the bedding over us so that we were cocooned.

'I thought he liked me once upon a time,' I gasped as his finger rubbed
against that spot again.

'He does but he's scared of upsetting you, he's also scared of you telling
tales.' His mouth was right alongside my ear. 'But he does lust for you.'

'Really.' I squeaked feeling as if a big cloud had lifted. 'He likes me?'

'Of course he does,' Paul giggles. 'He likes me too.'

'Hey, we can all share each other,' I moaned a protest as his finger left
me leaving me gaping I'm sure but there was a greater pressure and I
spasmed as I felt two fingers force their way into my little bumhole and
then it was alright. 'Oh, yeah...' I wriggled myself on the larger
intrusion and clamped on his moves feeling strangely satisfied. OK, it was
weird but I knew what he was doing and he was easing and relaxing me for
the main event and I so wanted his big cock in me his body laying on me and
his hard loving. I was sort of drifting from a crush, though lust to love
and not quite knowing what was happening inside my head. I was confused but
nothing so far had hurt me or had been done with roughness or spite. I
reached down and felt his hardness, I squeezed him and ran his foreskin
over his glans feeling the slipperyness of precum. Gawd, he recovered
quickly but he was a year up on me and he probably used it more.

I was right about him and Rob all the same, I knew they were at it from the
word go. The good thing was Rob liked me and with Paul's help I was going
to realise another dream before the weekend was over.

Suddenly he flipped me over and parted my legs, it was happening and I
feebly resisted (or played at it) as he slid a pillow down under my crotch
raising my bottom and then he was in me again. Two freshly oiled fingers
but this time in as far as he could go and stirring me like a bowl of
custard. I felt all squishy and runny but his fingers wen, his knees
slipped inside mine and I felt his warm breath as he crouched over me. He
slowly and sensually ran his slippery glans between my cheeks just parting
them a little and kissed the back of my neck.

'Ready, beautiful boy?'

'Flattery will get you everywhere,' I croaked and waited.

'Be strong,' he continued in a whisper and I felt his mass press between my
cheeks. 'Push out like you wanna fart... easy.'

I tried it although I had the urge to go hysterical but it was too late now
as I felt his oozing knob press against me. From what I could feel he had
one hand on himself holding the big 'it' steady, one hand on my shoulder
and his lips on my neck. All he had to do was drop his hips and all I had
to do was open up. It sounds easy but it wasn't. Initially I felt a
stretching which got more and more painful as he pushed. Then it really
hurt but he wasn't stopping now.

'Paul...' I protested really feeling the damn thing piercing me.

'It always hurts a bit the first time,' he breathed on my neck. Talk about
the understatement of the year. I was in pain and suddenly it began to ease
as my fanny closed up a bit, he was in. The big bit was in and I could feel
it. A big lump in my rectum and still going. 'Relax, relax, you're too
tense.'

I really did try and it felt a little better. Still a massive intrusion but
slightly easier and I had this massive sense of accomplishment. Weird,
eh. I felt like I'd passed a particularly difficult test and I suppose I
had. Now both hands were on my shoulders and he was moving gaining a little
at each thrust and beginning to make little grunts and groans of
satisfaction. The funny thing was the more he got in me the better it
felt. He passed the buzz point and then it really began to get good. I
could feel it's warm length now and even did an experimental clamp and
relax. 'Yeah,' he sighed. 'Good boy.' His hands were now running up and
down my sides and he grabbed my hips pulling me up as he drove down. 'So
tight...'

'So bloody big,' I groaned but it was getting better. I gave a little push
up and I felt his tempo increase.

He pulled me up into a crouch and kept up his long thrusts in and out, in
and out. He was pulling it all right back to my pucker and then slowly
sliding it in until I finally felt him firmly seated against my bottom and
his hands pulled my shoulders until we were sealed. 'How's about that, Tom
Tom.' he rotated his hips and pulled me in even tighter. I really thought
his glans was going to pop out of my mouth. 'Ready?'

'I was born ready,' I croaked with a bit of bravado and pushed back onto
him harder. he started off on what he later called long cocking but it
built up into rapid and hard jabs deep into my gut and I found I could
handle it. I liked it even and I was as hard as a spike with my erection
drooling onto he sheet. I tried to wank but he removed my hand.

'No sin of Onan here, boy. I want that in a little bit,' I grinned. I
didn't get the Onan bit but I knew what he meant. He wanted me to fuck him
when he was finished and that suited me. He had a nice tight little arse
and it was going to be mine.

'Harder,' I hear myself croak and he went for it. His long cock was now
sliding in and out of me quite easily and as I felt it rub up inside me and
press against my prostate I whimpered in pleasure. My cock was running like
a tap but I held off as he banged and batered my bum.

'Yesssssss...' He cried out loud enough to wake Rob if he was asleep and I
felt his big cock seem to swell and then throb and at the end the strangest
feeling of hot boy spunk surging inside me filling me and flooding my
gut. He seemed to cum forever and I could feel it trickling down my legs as
we collapsed onto the bed with him still inside me. I was fucked and I'd
lost it. I was covered in sweat, my bum was sore but I glowed. The
virginity was gone and now I was going to fuck this beautuifully scruffy
long haired lout... I smeared my precum on my belly and grinned up at him
in the gloom.

'Is Rob as big as you?' Probably not the question to ask but I did.

'Cockwise he's bigger... big fat cock... gimme a buzz that's for sure.'

'I bet,' I giggled.

'You're not to bad yourself for a fourteen.' he reached out and fondled my
cum smeared cock until it jerked up on my belly as if raring to go which it
was. He lay on his back and pulled me on top of himself so that my erection
pressed against his now flaccid meat. 'Fuck me, Tom... first fuck?'

'Yeah,' I gulped.

'OK, lover boy,' his teeth flashed in the dim light. 'From the front and
don't be too gentle... you need a quicky.' He looked at me and smiled. 'We
can do the lovey dovey sex later just to get you ready for my landlord.'

'Who Rob?'

'Who else... I gotta pay the rent,' he laughed opening his legs and mine
slipped down between them.

'Sounds good,' I must have been grinning from ear to ear as I felt him lift
his legs up and fold his knees down to his chest. He was vunerable and
submissive as I knelt up and rubbed my weeping erection against his pucker
and he was right. I was so horny. I pushed into his exposed hole nearly
fainting at the heat and the tightnes as I sank into his delicious warmth.

'Yeah... nice,' he sighed as I started to fuck. No finesse here just a
plain and simple teeny shag. He was good. No, he was excellent and they do
say you always remember your first. I'd remember Paul McBride for a long
time, his kisses, his sweetness, his long and hard cock but most of all his
accomodating and oh so sweet arse as I plundered him brutally and nearly
passing out with the sheer pleasure of it all.

Bigger and better than any wank I must have cum a pint at least and he
writhed and squirmed under me as I fucked downwards into his tight hole. It
was over for the time being and as I lay on him feeling his hands smooth my
arse my dick slowly softened and slipped free in a gush of my vital
juices. That was it, I smiled with complete satisafaction as we slowly
squirmed together with cum slippery between our bellies not to mention the
passion keeping us lip to lip.

Well, we both did a bathroom call and then shared the tiny shower which led
to the inevitable. We did it all again only this time was less of a stretch
although I did the laying on the back bit and it was far better. You could
actually kiss and trade spit as you fucked. We finally dropped off into a
deep sleep around three in the morning. I was awoken by Paul bringing me a
coffee at seven of all times, so much for the Sunday lie in but he got in
with me and we sat upright in bed like an old married couple enjoying our
early morning cuppa.

'You could have made me one,' Rob grumbled from the doorway standing in
droopy boxers. God he was gorgeous, tougher looking than Paul and showing a
bulging bit in the front his underwear or maybe he kept them as some sort
of pyjamas.

'Didn't know you'd be awake this early,' Paul grinned.

'You can bloody well laugh,' Rob peered through the curtains. 'It's a damn
good job these houses are detached, you made enough noise to wake the
street up last night.'

'He took my virginity,' I piped up determined not to be left out of the
conversation.

'I worked that one out,' Rob finally smiled. 'Twice.'

'Yeah,' I smirked feeling well pleased with myself. My bottom was a bit
sore but nothing serious and my dick felt like a crushed carrot but we had
the day to ourselves and I'd at least be allowed to lounge about (I
hoped). If my dad was at home he'd have me on chores which he insisted on
to qualify for my measly pocket money. This weekend I'd got my money and
he'd forgotten or hadn't bothered to give me a workload.

'What time we having breakfast?' Paul looked at Rob and I swear something
passed between them, maybe a sly wink or something similar, a secret
squirrel message of some sort and I presumed it had something to do with
me. I was now convinced that these two were working as a team especially
after Paul's 'paying the rent' remark. He was going to pass me onto Rob
someway or somehow and curuiously enough I was looking forward to it. No
shame there at all, I'd had fun and I was looking forward to more sore bum
or not.

'Seven now,' Rob seemed to ponder. 'What about ten or eleven.'

'Sounds good,' Paul grinned. 'Are your feet clean?'

'Of course they're bloody clean,' Rob snapped.

'Well, I thought if you go back to bed I can make some more coffee and I
can demonstrate to Tom Tom here how to give someone a Sunday morning toe
sucking.'

'Really?' Rob's eyebrows rose.

'Toe sucking,' I squealed. I never knew sucking toes was part of the sex
act but I suppose it's a good way to start.

'Yeah, it's a buzz,' Paul grinned.

'Sounds good to me, see you in a bit,' Rob scurried from the room.

'Sounds good to me as well,' I grinned. 'I'll try anything once, once I get
a demo.'

'Ever played being the meat in a sandwich?'

'I dunno, what is it?' I ogled him as he slipped from the bed and slipped a
pair of briefs on. He looked as delicious as Rob and the thought of being
on or in a bed with the two of them got the pecker perking.

'Think about it,' Paul laughed. 'Put your jimjams on and we'll make some
fresh drinks. The coffee making took longer than the normal as he insisted
on getting his hands inside my long sleepers and making a meal of stroking
and playing with my smooth buttocks as the kettle boiled. I really thought
he was going to take me for the third time on the kitchen table but in
spite of being as hard as a rock he held off and we carefully carried hot
mugs upto our Boss, Landlord or Ring Master, whatever you want to call
him. I knew without any shadow of a doubt that I was going to get done
again by one of them or both and I was at last going to see this monster
cock Paul had seemed so impressed with. Toe sucking indeed.

Rob was sitting up in bed and I served him his drink and then Paul sat one
side and I the other. We just nattered in general about nothing until the
drinks were finished and that's when the action started. Paul got the ball
rolling by whipping down the bedding leaving Rob exposed in his boxers and
grabbed a foot, I followed his lead and grabbed the other following his
lead. I must admit sucking toes and licking feet doesn't do a lot for me
and not for Rob either but Paul seemed to like it. At one stage he had
Rob's foot and also grabbed mine slobbering over them together. I had my
eyes on Rob's boxers and he bloody well knew. At some stage I saw his bulge
start to bulge for want of a word and then the thing became visible laid
upto his hip and nudging his waistband. He then reversed himself on the bed
so that his feet were on the pillows and guided me to crouch over him. I
knew this routine and went for it, I got my head down over his groin and
slowly tugged his boxers down exposing it. Jeez, Paul was right, it was
longer than his and much fatter and as I held it I could feel it's warmth
and was damn sure I could feel the blood pumping inside it. I took a lick
and that was it. Rob groaned and I ducked on it, his glans nearly filled my
mouth and I gently sucked and lapped at his dark red end. He reached up and
shucked y sleepers down and put his hands up to seize my waist and bring me
down into his mouth. A perfect sixty niner but Paul was still behind me. He
tugged my sleepers right off me and kissed my bare bottom and I giggled, I
was handling Rob well and now had about a third of his big dong in my mouth
and was having fun. I craddled his heavy balls as they slowly tightened up
and sucked away as a good Toy Boy should.

To my surprise Rob reached around to part my cheeks exposing my hole to the
air and Paul was in like a flash or I should say his mouth was. I felt the
smoothness of his face against me and his flickering and very wet tongue
searched for my pucker. He spread my cheeks so far and exposed my pucker so
tightly spead that I yelped in pain but that soon went as he slobbered and
sucked at my hole. Rob was on the verge of cuming and so was I. He was
first to pop pumping his streamers of white spunk into my swallows and my
eventual gagging, the excess dribbled down his shaft into his pubics but
then I cum and he sucked me all down sqeezing and manipulating my penis
until it was dry. He then span around so that we were face to face and
licking each other's cums stained chops but Paul was on the move.

The familiar feel of his red glans between my cheeks and he was in me doing
his long cocking again. As Rob kissed me and pulled me down I lay on him
belly to belly crushing our flaccid cocks together whilst Paul gave me his
third good fucking. I was getting used to it by now and even beginning to
like it as he slipped in and out with little effort.supporting himself on
his forearms and keeping his weight of us. I was pigging out on Rob, the
seventeen year old neighbour I'd fancied for so long was kissing me and
still stroking my bum holding my soft cheeks apart to give Paul greater
depth. I knew what followed once Paul got going with sweaty slaps. Moments
later I felt his cock swell, throb and then another of his massive cums. I
don't know where it all came from but he was one juicy lad. So as a Sunday
morning wake up call I'd had a mouthful or three of Rob's semen factory and
finished off with another flood up the bottom from Paul. I was doing well
and we had the rest of the day and the Bank Holiday Monday to get through.

'I should bring up the reserves,' I gasped as I lay between them both and
Rob pulled the bedding back over us. The bedroom smelled of cum and boy
funk but we were happy and I guessed Rob was saving my bottom for later,
perhaps he wanted privacy or perhaps they had another weird threesome
organised. One thing was for sure, they had planned ahead, nothing was
happening by chance.

'Who you got in mind?' Rob asked curiously.

'Dunno.'

'That's a help,' Paul laughed.

'What about that kid you have around your place, the dark haired kid, looks
like a pixy around the same age as you.

'Errr...' I hadn't realised he'd been taking that much notice of
me. 'That's Peter Knox, he's in my class at school.

'Done anything with him,' Rob grinned as I blushed a little.

'Done a wankies on a sleepover, that's all.'

'Maybe some other time,' Rob decided. 'We've got other ways of filling the
day.'

I was sure they had and I bet you anything you liked most of them involved
me.

'You can watch Paul and me make love after lunch, that's your afternoon
treat. Some vids and then some pornos later and Paul and I will give you
the whipped cream treatment.'He looked at me and grinned. 'We sleep
together tonight little one, you kept me awake most of last night so it's
Paul's turn to suffer.'

'Fair enough,' I nodded, I'd got there at last.

Paul laughed. 'But I want to lick the cream off his noodle.'

'And I'll do his sweet bottom,' Rob grinned. I didn't know what the hell
they were on about but it sounded good wholesome fun.

We didn't get up until much later and I found myself lumbered with changing
the bedding and stuffing the sweaty and stained stuff in the wash, it
seemed there were chores after all. Rob and Paul set to preparing a meal
which they called a brunch and it had to keep us going until around six in
the evening so I pigged out.I was so not into two meals a day. I was into
breakfast, elevensies, lunch, tea at four and a supper or dinner later... I
was a growing boy not a skinny sex machine like those two. Well, I was in
training to become a sex machine but I still needed my food. After stuffing
food down me to the bloated stage I lay out in the garden soaking up some
sun and letting my belly deflate. At one stage I thought I was pregnant but
Paul asured me it was 'eating like a pig' which was reassuring if less than
charming.

Paul and Rob seemed to spend most of there time touching each other as if
scared of losing contact, it pretty much firmed up my idea that they were
far more than friends as if I needed further evidence. I was going to get
my own sex show later which I was looking forward to and I wondered who was
going to top who... see, I was even picking up the language. I also had a
ponder (which is posh talk for a think) whilst I soaked up the sun. I was
thinking of Peter Knox who I've mentioned earlier. He'd fit in well here,
or would he? We'd done the wank bit together and later on that same night
wanked each other. He was a bit smaller than myself but hung well for a
midget, he was dark, almost swarthy and pixyish although I preferred
elfin. He was dead sweet and up until this weekend had been one of my
objects of desire. I had to capture him for another sleepover after this
lot, I now had the experience and who knew what might develop.

I wandered into the kitchen late afternoon for a drink to find Rob and Paul
messing around with some pills, blue pills which immediately aroused my
suspicions.

'Whacha got there chaps?'

'Viagra,' Rob spoke. 'We old guys need something to keep our end up.'

'Bollocks,' I scoffed. 'You aren't much older than I am .'

'True,' Paul butted in. 'But we're taking half of one each before we give
you your demonstration.'

'Live show I call it,' I looked at them both and Rob was making a right
pig's ear of trying to cut the small pill in half with a breadknife of all
things. 'Why not just take the complete pill instead of half?'

'It'll keep us hard right through 'til tomorrow morning,' Rob grunted and
gave up with his cutting. He'd shaved of a couple of bits but the pill was
more or less intact.

'Well tomorrow's a Bank Holiday,' I felt myself getting excited. Viagra,
wowsie wow, what a way to tempt little sexy little Peter, I could grind
half of one up and put it into his bed time cocoa, how's that for evil?

'The brat's right,' Paul grinned at his mate. He went to the fridge and
took out some Cokes. Rob took a bottle from his pocket and shook out a
further two pills leaving the damaged one on the table. We unsnapped our
cans and they just looked at each other downing a pill apiece followed by a
mouthful of Coca Cola. I promptly grabbed the chipped pill from the table
and swallowed it down, that was it, I waited for the hassle.

'I knew he'd do that,' Rob grinned at Paul and he just nodded.

They both came in on me from either side and I was captured.

'Let go of me you vile villans,' I did my damsel in distress bit. That was
ignored and I was hauled onto the kitchen table whereon Rob promptly tugged
my shorts down and then my briefs exposing my all. The table wasn't all
that comfortable but was big enough to support my head down to my knees
leaving my lower legs dangling. I can't imagine that the Viagra had time to
work but I was as hard as a peg and they both ducked their heads and took a
little suck bringing it to a full bloom.

'He'd not bad for a pygmy,' Rob stroked my slick erection which was fully
stretched and jerking up and down.

'He fucks well with it,' Paul grinned down at me. Gawd, dontcha just love
compliments. I beamed at him until the first burst of cream hit my throat
and Rob squirted the squeezy tube down to my crotch and then up and down
the inside of each thigh. I didn't struggle, I couldn't, I was too busy
giggling. Fresh from the fridge the stuff was so cold. Paul made matters
worse by getting what appeared to be a chocolate sauce sueezer and running
circles around my nipples and covering my balls. After that they went mad
covering me with the stuff and even lifting my legs and squirting a
generous helping into my crack. All the time they were doing this they were
stripping off and dancing around like a pair of kids. Two big dicks and
they were all mine.

'Did you get a measurement?' Rob asked.

'About five,' Paul grinned. 'Five inches of steaming hot infant.'

'I'm not an infant,' I squealed as I felt a finger push cream up into my
exhaust pipe.

'Infant, infant,' Paul laughed slipping his finger out and replacing it
with two, at the same time he started licking the chocolate sauce off my
nuts. 'Love this stuff,' he slobbered away moving his fingers in and out of
my gaping hole.

'Very impressive,' Rob grinned before ducking his head and starting to lick
my tits and throat. We were off.

I was in a mess and somewhere along the line the drug must have kicked in
as I went from hard to super hard, my dick started oozing adding precum to
the mess on my belly. Rob also swiped his drooling penis across my lips a
couple of times and I got some of his tart precum but he didn't allow it
into my mouth. Paul had also put a thick cord around the top of my balls
stopping me from cuming. I was being tortured, the Death of a Thousand
Licks and Laps. As a total change of tactics Paul's fingers left my arse
and through my sexually induced haze I felt something penetrate me,
something hard and rubbery or rubber coated. I tried to look down but Rob's
lips were on mine holding me down. I spasmed and then jerked in shock and
began to tremble. The damn thing inside me was vibrating and twitching in
my boy fanny as Paul called it. I was under attack by a vibrator as well as
two sex maniacs.

'We're ready for your sex show now,' Rob whispered. 'Just one shag, who do
you want to top and bottom... your wish.'

'All upto you.' Paul echoed Rob.

'I wanna see Rob's big dick up your skinny arse,' I yelled at Paul. 'And
get that bloody thing out of my bum. I wanna cum...' I finished in what
sounded even to me like a childish whine.

'Excellent,' Paul grinned and gently withdrew the buzzy toy from my guts
and promptly pulled my hips right onto the edge of the table and slowly
sank his long cock right into the hilt. I groaned as I felt his pubics mash
against my bottom, the bastard were torturing me. Fuckin' sadists.

Mind you my mood changed when Rob fumbled around and removed the cord and
my nuts shot up into the cocked position, just like a gun, I just needed a
trigger and the familiar feel of Paul rumping me slowly and gently was
it. My penis jerked up on my belly and I shot a huge streamer of cum which
splashed on my jaw and then two more that splattered on my chest and belly
and Rob was down on it like a sucker thingy. His wet laps and sucks kept me
going and white goo trickled from my cock as he sucked it and Paul started
to move faster. I dropped my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he
shagged and Rob lapped. Rob leant over and rubbed his fat cock into he side
of my mouth and I turned my head in time to get the first massive blast
over my face and then a second and then a third. I was covered in the stuff
and lapped it off my lips as I felt Paul explode within me. More cum, I was
flooded top and bottom and we still had a full night to go, not forgetting
the so called sex show. The amazing thing was I felt drained of my own
juice but I was still as hard as a rock and even more curious I was still
needy. If Rob had replaced Paul I would have just laid there and taken it
but they were finished. The sucked and licked me clean, so clean that I was
tacky as their saliva dried and the cream and chocolate dried out. Now that
was something else.

They helped me from the table and I stood there on wobbly legs. 'Fucking
sex maniacs,' I mumbled and then grinned. I had enjoyed it, it was a buzz
and a momentary image of Peter Knox flashed across my brain. Jesus, now an
hour with him on the table would be fun, getting into that tight sallow
skinned bottom of his would be even more fun. 'Peter Knox would have liked
that,' I remarked watching Rob.

'Really,' he grinned. Paul just looked blank although I guess that would
change if he ever saw Peter. I'd got them sussed out, Rob normally went for
the older boys whilst Paul was for the younger. They were using me, so be
it, I could use them. All's fair in love and war.

Yeah, if I ever got him over here,' I trailed my bait.

'Peter is a very pretty classmate's of Tom Tom,' Rob explained to Paul.

'Mmmm...' Paul gave me a calculating look. 'And sweet young Tom is doing a
bit of scheming,' he laughed. 'Naturally enough you've decided you want to
bring a pal in, a pal you have the hots for. Then again four is a better
number than three.'

'That's for sure,' Rob grinned. 'How far have you got with pretty little
Peter.'

'I told you, just wankies on a sleepover but that's just a start... I
think... I'm sure he's up for more.'

'You think?' Paul's eyebrows lifted.

'I'm pretty sure,' I brazened it out. It was hard to explain but I was
certain that if I got Peter primed and then alone I'd get further than the
last time. Sure is a weak word, I was convinced, I was convinced that I
could score with Peter, there was something about him. You know that
feeling you get, I got it around Peter, whether he wanted me as a top or a
bottom I didn't know but the vibes I got were that he lusted after me.

Still naked we all wandered back into the lounge and I was just about to
flop on the sofa when Rob pulled me up.

'You still want some live action?'

'Yeah... please.' I was a bit unsure how they were going to perforn right
after the kitchen episode but they were both fully hard as I was.

'Have a shower first, I don't want my sofa all sticky.'

'OK, fair enough,' I ran upstairs and grabbed a towel. I was caught out as
right after me Rob came into the bathroom and squeezed in with me.

'We'll plot and plan something about Peter later,' he started to soap me
down.

'OK.' I snuggled in, his huge cock poked me in the belly and slid up
between us alongside mine as we swayed under the warm water. 'You fancy
little Peter?'

'Yeah but he's smaller built than you,' he smiled. 'That means you need to
work him in.'

'I worked that one out.'

'I know you did you devious little sod.'

I laughed and reached around him and gently scratched his back. 'You
scratch mine and I scratch yours.'

'Good boy and don't forget Paul, he's my boyfriend or partner, or he will
be.'

'You got it Boss.'

'Good... get dried off. The show is about to begin.

'Banzai,' I punched the air. As Sherlock would say, the plot was afoot, or
something.

I dried off and still hard wrapped a towel around myself and joined Rob and
Paul in the lounge. I felt shattered but amazingly my erection just
wouldn't go down and now when they started to roll around on the floor
going throughthe kissy kissy stage it had no chance. It was a good show and
I was amazed at the ease with which Paul took Rob's monster cock, he did a
bit of moaning but Paul took him right to the pubics and Rob truly hammered
away. I was going to join in but I didn't want to disturb their pleasure
beside which I was too weak. I stretched out on the sofa and watched Rob
bang Paul doggy and then spin him around, lay him onto his back and carry
on only from the front. Just before he cum he pulled it out and wanked over
Paul's belly and so did Paul. I had the pleasure of seeing four of maybe it
was more jets of spunk supplied by both of them puddled onto Paul's belly
and pubics but by this time I was wanking myself. I couldn't hold back and
as I felt my juices rising I jumped over and added my couple of spurts to
the mix.

So dirty and so messy but we ground against each other smearing the mess
between us and eventually flopped out flat in front of the fire. I was
hoping that was the end of it until bedtime but who knew, the pills we'd
had seemed to be incredibly powerfull and I fancied I'd be wiped out for a
week when this was all over.

'I'm starving,' I muttered.

'Bloody kids,' Paul grinned at Rob.

'Yeah, we'll have to adopt him.'

'And Peter.' I smeared the thick semen on my belly.

'Maybe,' they both replied.



			     To be continued.



Sorry: Got carried away again. Guess I'll have to run it into a further
Chapter.

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